FERDINAND
If it mar nothing neither,
The treason and you go in peace away together.
JAQUENETTA
I beseech your grace, let this letter be read:
Our parson misdoubts it; 'twas treason, he said.
FERDINAND
Biron, read it over.
Giving him the paper
Where hadst thou it?
JAQUENETTA
Of Costard.
FERDINAND
Where hadst thou it?
COSTARD
Of Dun Adramadio, Dun Adramadio.
BIRON tears the letter
FERDINAND
How now! what is in you? why dost thou tear it?
BIRON
A toy, my liege, a toy: your grace needs not fear it.
LONGAVILLE
It did move him to passion, and therefore let's hear it.
DUMAIN
It is Biron's writing, and here is his name.
Gathering up the pieces
BIRON
[To COSTARD] Ah, you whoreson loggerhead! you were
born to do me shame.
Guilty, my lord, guilty! I confess, I confess.
FERDINAND
What?